The man saw how matters were, so he saddled a horse and went out of the
yard at full speed. It was not long before he came up to the man who sat
and drove the cart. When the other saw him he drove the horse and cart
into a wood, pulled a handful of hair out of the horse's tail, and ran
up a little hill, where he tied the hair fast to a birch-tree. Then he
lay down under the tree and began to look and stare at the sky.

"Well, well," said he, as if talking to himself, when Peter the third
came near. "Well! never before have I seen anything to match it."

Peter stood still for a time and looked at him, and wondered what was
come to him. At last he said--

"Why do you lie there and stare so?"

"I never saw anything like it," said the other. "A man has gone up to
heaven on a black horse. Here in the birch-tree is some of the horse's
tail hanging, and there in the sky you may see the black horse."

Peter stared first at the man and then at the sky, and said--

"For my part, I see nothing but some hair out of a horse's tail in the
birch-tree."

"Yes," said the other, "you cannot see it where you stand, but come here
and lie down, and look up, and take care not to take your eyes off the
sky."

Peter the third lay down and stared up at the sky till the tears ran